you are my purpose of existance
yet you crawl through my skin,
slowly but shurley drainig all hope.
you grant me life,
yet keep me on the brink of death,
barely hanging on
by a single thread.
you feed me your elixier,
your elixier of fear,
you sing to me softly,
your bittersweet words,
edging into my flesh.
why do you do this to me?
why drink my reason from my tormented soul?
why are you allways hungry?
more importantly when will your intense hunger end?
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Submission Name: why drink my hope?
